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Kane is in the building, nigga...

Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top

When only heaven's right above it, we on

'Cause we on

Who else is really trying to fuck with Hollywood Cole?

I'm with Marley G, bro

Flying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood shows

And I wanna tell you something that you probably should know

This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow

And...

My real friends never hearing from me

Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me

That's why I pick and choose I don't get shit confused

Don't like my women single I like my chicks in twos

And these days all the girls is down to roll

I hit the strip club and all them bitches find the pole

Plus, I been sippin' So this shit is movin' kinda slow

Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go

Advice is a funny thing.

Everyone wants to give it.

Nobody ever wants to take that shit.

I prefer to make my decisions based off instinct.

Because there's a rhythm to it.

It's all too much fucking information if you ask me.

Sometimes the right move is just the flip of a coin.

But the only problem is,

you're at the mercy of where it lands.

Ray Rice, Greg Hardy, Kareem Hunt, and Tyreek Hill.

Well, now add Kisan Teague to that list.

Either let's decide it doesn't matter

what anyone does off the field,

or start evaluating character like we evaluate performance.

Remember this fact,

that character drives talent towards greatness.

It's never the opposite.

So, what are we saying to the kids of America?

And more importantly, what are these owners saying

when they allow turds like this back on their roster?

People say the biggest danger to the league is safety.

I think the biggest threat to this league

is the league itself.

Schlereth now too, huh?

Don't you look dapper for a man covered in shit.

Spencer, can you please just make one move

without courting a waterfall of controversy?

I'm not catering to fucking talking heads.

It's not just talking heads.

ESPN, Deadspin, Ballers Report,

all the trolls are sniffing around this signing.

And what are we supposed to tell the press?

Don't say anything to 'em. It's gonna die down.

No, no, we don't need these headaches,

especially when we're renegotiating with Mahomes.

It's starting to make him question his long-term association

with this team.

Time to part ways with Kisan.

Bret, I am trying to run an organization.

Call it what it is, a corporation.

Give me one more shot with the league office.

Don't die on your sword.

God! What a great weekend, huh?

I feel so alive!

Joe, please don't start my morning

with a "last night was great" speech.

Come on. What, do you think I'm that corny?

Yeah, it's one of your most endearing qualities.

Well, thank you. I'll take the backhanded compliment

coming from you.

Hey, where you going?

What is there, a fire drill?

Work, remember?

I'm trying to forget.

Hey, what're you doing tonight?

This new Italian spot just opened up down the block.

Supposed to be good.

We could get a bottle of wine,

Lady and the Tramp some spaghetti.

I would love to, but it's laundry night.

I'll buy you underwear.

- Go al fresco. Let's freeball it! - Okay.

I'm gonna be late, and I don't want the whole office talking.

All right, well, clearly I'm not gonna say anything.

Good.

As you know, it's best to keep church and state separate.

It's not in the Constitution.

Hey, make the bed before you go.

Why?

What are we thinking, Les?

I'm thinking bagel or croissant.

Mmm... All about the chocolate-espresso muffins. Unbeatable.

Nice scouting, Chuck.

- Hi. Charles Greane. - Hey, Sally!

- Put Chuck on my tab. - You got it.

Take a load off, pal.

Morning, fellas.

I thought I told you to stop stressing.

I'm not stressing.

Well, that muffin tells me otherwise.

Oh, no. It's a celebration muffin.

I was right.

Spencer and the Chiefs are getting crushed.

Yeah.

And we still have a hole in our offense.

Don't focus on other people's misery, Chuck.

You gotta focus on your own. Am I right, Benny?

Um...

How about this?

I have a meeting today with Alvin Kamara.

How's that for focused?

Really? You know about this?

Is that true, Benny?

Yeah, 100%.

Well, it's something.

"Something."

All right. You know what?

I'm gonna take my chocolate-espresso muffin

and enjoy my breakfast elsewhere.

Yo, there's the power couple.

Yeah, I think you mean "duo."

I want to take y'all on a field trip.

Yeah, does it involve coconut oil

and smooth hands on my body?

You kinky beast.

- Not quite. - Yeah, I didn't think so.

I want to take you on a tour of Riot.

- Sounds like a riot. - It's a gaming company, Riot.

No, I've heard of Riot.

Unfortunately, it's a pass.

Gaming accounts now for over $100 billion in revenue.

Do you know that some colleges are giving scholarships

exclusively to gamers?

Facts.

Vernon has no eligibility left.

Hey, Reg, maybe you can finally get your degree, huh?

- I have my master's in the streets. - Facts.

I'm a sensei at a sidewalk, myself.

Listen, if Reggie was talking about, say,

Google or Apple or Amazon, you'd be all over it.

Riot's on a par with that, isn't it?

- Right. - Yeah, that's exactly it.

Games are overhyped and overvalued. Thank you.

Just what white record execs said about hip-hop.

Big facts.

How dare you?

That is the meanest thing

anyone's ever said to me, you monster.

I'm only white on the outside.

Fine, I'll go! But you gotta feed me.

Oh, shit. Let's just go to Equinox.

For what, a smoothie?

I'ma do my workout, T.

Just this one time, you could be nonconfrontational.

That's me. I'm confrontational.

- Shit. - What's up, fellas?

What, y'all forget how to move them lips or what?

Clearly you haven't.

You saying I talk too much, Dante? What's up?

Look, they clearly don't wanna engage.

Let's just go get smoothies

and look at yoga girls in they Lululemon pants, come on.

Anybody got something to say?

Anybody want to say something to my fucking face? Anybody?

We just think the way you dragged Spencer

and Kisan was kinda fucked up.

- You better back the fuck up. - And then you was talking crazy

like I ain't invite you to my home.

Shit was OD, Rick.

Bashing his homies on the media.

- Dog, you trippin'. - I just spit some truth

about two guys who deserved it.

- That's all I did. - But still, you was one of us.

You could have kept your mouth shut.

Ain't nobody gonna censor me.

How 'bout I talk about how y'all just sit around here,

barely working out, talking shit,

gossiping like a bunch of yentas.

Fuck is a yenta?

I'm a fucking journalist, all right?

Hey, Rick, cool out, man.

I just report about shit that motherfuckers don't wanna hear.

- You're fucking black Megyn Kelly. - Fuck you!

Ricky, Ricky, Ricky, come on, come on.

And what are you? I'ma spit the truth.

Come here. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

You know I love you, right?

This place is supposed to be a low-stress environment.

That's not low stress.

- Look, talk to them. - Hey, hey.

Maybe it's time you find another gym.

Come on, Jay, man. We unbreakable, man.

- You broke us. - Come on, T.

Mic'll make a motherfucker say some crazy shit.

I'll see y'all.

Used to spend a lot of time thinking about the future.

I suppose every kid does.

I always wondered what was out there.

Whether I'd ever leave Bethlehem.

Will my destiny intervene on my behalf?

Does it even exist?

If it does, then there's nothing you can do.

If it doesn't...

it's all on us.

No excuses.

- Candace. - Spencer, looking sharp.

Thank you. This is for you.

Thank you. Have a seat.

And welcome to our world.

Different day, different story.

Some worse than others.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Strasmore's first move as the new owner

and self-appointed GM of the Chiefs

has been more of the same,

a lightning rod for controversy.

This one is bad, though.

The Chiefs' continuing PR problem

is only getting worse with the recent acquisition of Kisan Teague.

We need to clean this up before the CBA negotiations.

I couldn't agree more.

So, let's fix it.

Let's give the guy ten games,

and it'll all blow over before the playoffs.

No, we are way past that point.

Then let's give him a year, but let's not cut the guy's throat.

It's too late for a slap on the wrist.

The video's leaking.

- How? - Does it matter?

What's on it?

Take a look for yourself.

Where is the handsome bald dude?

Well, Spencer would have loved to have been here,

but he's stuck cleaning up your Kisan-sized mega mess.

Don't remind me.

It ruined what would have otherwise been

a beautiful day in paradise.

No shit. Maybe we can make your afternoon brighter.

Yes, we can. We are prepared to come in

just a smidgen under Russell Wilson,

$130 million, 105 guaranteed.

Boom!

How's that for making your day bright?

Just under Russell Wilson?

Mmm. Doesn't look impressed.

In fact, he looks downright miserable.

Just a crumb below.

Is that a crumb or is that a chunk?

You know, Patrick is a humble guy,

but he still needs to get paid.

Now, don't take this the wrong way,

but Patrick hasn't done it as long as Russ.

No, he hasn't.

He's just doing it better.

Next thing you know, he's gonna tell us

he's better than Brady.

He might be.

Time will tell.

Live in reality, man.

The reality is,

Patrick is seven years younger than Russell,

he's got a better arm, and he's a goddamn MVP.

Not to mention, he's the face of the Chiefs

and the future face of the league.

We're gonna need a little bit extra of this dough

to pay for someone to protect that face.

Yes, you are.

It's also not my fucking problem.

I hope he enjoys playing under his current contract.

And I hope you enjoy having a disgruntled superstar.

I mean, that is not a good look for a new ownership group.

You have a piece, right?

- We do. - Yeah, we have a piece.

Well, then we should've waited for Spencer

to have this meeting, 'cause clearly neither of you

know how this game is played.

Just hear me out, Gavin.

No, Charles, hear me out.

You cut two of my clients to clear cap room,

and now you want me to scratch your back?

How about this? How about fuck your back.

I hope you get incurable psoriasis.

Gavin, how did this become

about you and me and skin conditions?

Alvin is never going to leave Drew Brees,

who, by the way,

I also represent and vacation with.

Which, by the way, is a slight conflict of interest.

Not to mention, the guy loves NOLA.

Gavin, please.

Just take him my offer.

I'll think about it.

Stall tactics?

You're really not gonna give me a shot at this thing, huh?

Charles, you're wasting your time

pretending that this is even a possibility.

And now I am done wasting mine.

It's a conversation...

Hello?

Refusal to surrender is a mindset.

Oh...

Are you okay, boss?

Yeah. Just having some kind of attack.

Panic or heart? 'Cause one is way worse than the other.

This is worth the trip right here, Reg.

You gotta find out what they put in these lattes.

Turmeric, I reckon.

They really know how to treat their employees.

I need y'all to stop focusing on the free coffee.

Now, take a look around.

This campus was built off one game,

League of Legends.

That's my game.

Over 100 million monthly players.

Last year they made $1.4 billion.

Smells of money and nerd sperm.

So, how much does it cost to develop one of these games?

Couple hundred million, well, give or take.

You've wasted my day.

We're not talking about developing a game.

We want to build a team to play the game.

The top eSports teams are worth tens of millions.

Splyce is worth more than 300, Joe.

- We want our taste. - Yeah, how much is a taste?

- A few million. - What a bargain.

That's for an elite group of players.

Better odds.

Yeah, elite button pushers.

Amazing. Anything guaranteed?

No, but you got to be in it to win it.

No! No, you don't!

Vernon gets a $20-million signing bonus

before he even steps onto the field.

Doesn't matter if he wins or loses.

So, I'm not paying a few million for some nerds

to stare at a screen and maybe win something

while we hemorrhage financially paying for their Ubers and Quiznos.

Thank you, but no thank you.

Yeah, but you don't get it.

We're talking about endorsement deals, Twitch partnerships,

energy drinks, all kinds of shit.

Yeah, well, we're cash-poor right now. Sorry.

You just spent $50 million on Jason's fucking agency,

and dude barely shows up to work!

You won't give me a fraction of that to build the future of our company?

Jason's business generates cash flow.

It doesn't suck it.

What you're asking for is a startup.

You don't trust me to build it.

Build something within the framework

that we already have, Reggie, that's all.

Lance, help me out here.

I'm sorry to say that I agree with Reginald here.

Well, we're gonna have to agree to disagree.

That's it.

This calls for a new voice and a new approach.

Mine.

Look at you, boy. You're gonna be the first nigga

on the North Pole.

In there looking like the squirrel off Ice Age.

How much time, T?

You've been about two minutes.

Damn. I must be part Inuit.

Part what? How's the leg feel?

Better than my nuts.

- Your turn. - Shit, man.

I'm down with schvitzing, but that's where I draw the line.

- Come on down. - Man.

How's that?

All right, let's get some borscht, man.

It's the best in the city.

Oh, man, don't make me eat that shit again.

How you gonna be a man if you don't man up, T?

We all man up in our own way, at our own time.

What's this kid mad dogging for?

- He's still doing it. - You good, bro?

- Come on, Rick. - I'm sorry, man.

I don't mean to stare. I just I know who you are.

You want an autograph?

I was hoping to get a picture.

I don't take pictures with dudes, man.

- Yeah, I get it. - Who's your team, kid?

Packers? Dolphins?

Saints? Rams?

- Fuck you, T. - What?

I'm a Rams fan, but most of all, dude,

I love your radio show.

- No shit? - Yeah.

What'd you think about me calling them fools out?

Dude, fuck those guys, man. Everyone's gotta get the truth.

You know, I like this kid, man.

You just earned yourself a photo, man.

Come on in here, man.

Whoo!

There it is.

How'd it go with egghead and the offer?

They came in a couple mil below Russell.

Did you tell 'em to go fuck themselves?

I told them to go fuck each other.

How'd Spencer take that?

I don't know. He wasn't there.

He was a no-show?

That guy is un-fucking-believable.

You were a no-show too, Joe.

Yeah, I had an excuse. I didn't want to see him.

Whatever. It just makes what we have to do that much easier.

It's time to crush these fucking animals.

Yeah, I think you may be overreacting.

You know, I love it when my anger and my agenda

line right up.

Let's try and keep it civil, Joe.

Yeah.

Oops.

My bad, everybody. Thought I hit the mute.

I'm at the doctor. What the hell is so important?

Alvin Kamara is at Alfred's.

Who the hell's Alfred?

It's a coffee shop in West Hollywood.

Chuck, you gotta get here now.

This feels like divine intervention.

I hope not, 'cause I think God's trying to kill me.

But if I don't die, missing this opportunity will kill me.

All right, keep him there.

- How the fuck do I do that? - I don't know.

Put a laxative in his cold brew.

Isn't coffee already a laxative?

Benny, just shut up and hold him there, all right?

What kind of coffee you got there?

The water kind, bro.

Ah...

Where the fuck you going, nigga?

Huh...

Nigga...

Turn your ass over.

Nigga, turn your bitch ass over, nigga!

What the fuck is up, huh?

What's up, nigga?

All that tough shit, what's up?

You thought this shit was sweet,

didn't you, bitch-ass nigga?

I don't hear none of that shit now. What's up?

Huh?

Lucky, I should... I should kill your bitch ass, nigga.

Let's go, man. Let's get the fuck out of here, man.

I've been thinking about what you said,

and I really, really appreciate your first offer.

Two reallys, that tells me where this is going.

- Nowhere. - Settle down.

No, sincerely, I thought your offer

was a solid jumping-off point.

Hey, I've got two hookers and an eight ball

waiting for me in the other room, Jason.

We're asking for $175 million

and an escalator tied to the new salary cap.

And I wanna find the cure for testicular cancer

and learn how to make a perfect vodka gimlet.

Is this guy fucking joking?

Next he's gonna ask for a piece of the profits.

Still got that number for the Israeli hitman?

It'd be way more fun if we did it ourselves.

Good point. We'll discuss.

Yeah, sure. Discuss it with your boss.

Oh!

Is that a country mouse piping in,

or is that Joey little man Krutel?

This is Mr. Krutel.

Spencer's not our boss, wise guy.

He's our partner.

Whatever you tell yourself to get through the day.

And, hey, for the record, he's a shitty partner, too.

So much for keeping it civil.

My boy Cliff makes the best chicken

you ever had, baby, I promise you.

All right, G. It's about that sauce, though, you feel me?

- Why you hating? - 'Cause, it ain't the sauce.

It's the spice. I keep telling you that, man.

Thanks for coming on such short notice.

Shit, here my boy. Turn it up.

Cliff, hit it, come on.

In light of new information,

I've made the decision to part ways with Kisan Teague.

When I met with Kisan a few days ago, I asked him,

point blank, what his involvement was

with the Jack in the Box shooting,

and he looked me in the eye and he told me he wasn't there.

In this day and age, I cannot and I will not

condone the criminal use of firearms

under any circumstances.

Damn! That's twice in one week.

Man, people gotta do what they got to do, I guess.

He's downstairs. Dreadlocks.

Yeah, I know what he looks like.

- Oh. - Don't get me towed.

Sure.

Hey, what's up, man?

Hey, is that a fauxnut?

What the fuck is a fauxnut?

I'm just messing with you, bro.

I know all about baked goods.

Whoo!

Charles Greane, GM of the Rams.

Yeah, yeah. I know who you are.

Y'all stole one from the whole city of New Orleans.

That's supposed to be us in the Bowl.

That's on the refs, but we all feel real bad about it.

- Don't lie. - We don't.

You're right. You're right.

What else could I say?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

How about we make it up to you?

- May I? - Go ahead, bro.

I want to talk to you about coming over.

- To the Rams? - I know your deal is up.

Me and Drew got something good going on right now, though.

Yeah, but he's not gonna play forever.

That man like 19 months younger than Brady.

Still, you gotta look out for yourself, right?

That sorta sound like the shit Twynn would say.

See that, me and Twynn. Eye to eye.

- Is this your business manager? - Yeah, that's my consigliere.

Oh! Wartime or peacetime?

- All of the above. - Right.

Smart man here.

Worst case, I'll just raise my ask with the Saints.

Okay, you get how the game is played,

so then you'll get this.

Your agent told me not to even waste my time.

- Nah, he didn't. - He did, though.

Not in those words exactly, but you and I know what's going on.

Listen, I ain't the kind of brother

to throw anybody under the bus,

but he also reminded me that he represents Brees, too.

You ain't just throw him under the bus.

You backed up over him.

Mind if I use your napkin?

All right, come on out, Lance!

I smell your Paco Rabanne!

That's actually a natural musk that I generate.

Uh...

What are you doing here? What's that in your hand?

Ambushing you, and a cup of Darjeeling.

What's that in your other hand?

Oh, a can of Red Bull

and some NoDoz for my final surprise.

Really? This shit again?

Yeah!

You know, you don't look like no head-shrinker to me.

Well, I am, and your crazy ass probably

gonna need my help, so you should show a little respect.

I feel you. Where you go to school again?

Stanford.

Your parents didn't pay bribe money to get you in there, huh?

That was all you?

No, bro. She on the row team, dog.

- Oh, you on the row team? - Stop.

I worked my ass off to get in there.

And now you're gonna twerk your ass off to stay.

What's wrong with your boy? He's not having fun.

I'm good, baby.

He all right, my nigga's just having a bad day, that's all.

Don't worry about it, man. You good.

They're gonna call you tomorrow, watch.

Motherfucking better for real. Shit!

Who the fuck is that nigga?

Hey, yo, homie.

It's a private party.

What, y'all supposed to be the motherfucking VIP section?

- Duh, motherfucker. - I don't see no velvet rope.

No, that's 'cause they invisible, you dumb motherfucker.

Get your ass out of here.

And leave the girl, bro. She with us.

All right, whatever, nigga. That's cool.

I know who the fuck you are, Kisan Teague.

I saw your bitch ass got cut.

What the fuck you say, bro?

What? Supposed to be some gangsta?

You gonna shoot at me in a burger drive-thru, son?

I don't need no gun for your bitch ass, boy.

I'll slap the shit out you, nigga.

Too bad, 'cause I got this.

Oh, shit.

That's right, Frank. I'm right here

on the corner of Cotner Avenue

and Olympic Boulevard in West Los Angeles,

right outside of 4Play Gentlemen's Club

where tonight, star Rams running back

Kisan Teague suffered a fatal gunshot wound.

Now, I'm being told it appears to be a targeted shooting.

Teague was rushed to UCLA Medical Center,

and that's when he was pronounced dead en route.

That's the very latest here in West Los Angeles.

I'm Megan Telles. Frank, Jess, back to you in Hollywood.

You can never escape the past.

Doesn't matter how far or how fast you run.

It matches you, step for step.

You get tired...

but it doesn't.

You can try and leave it behind,

but itjust keeps on coming.

I thought I could save someone once,

but I couldn't.

We can only save ourselves.

Sometimes we can't even do that.

Is there some place?

Is there some place else?

Is there some place?

Is there some?

Is there some place?

Is there some place else?

Is there some place?

Is there some?

Is there some place?

Is there some place else?

Is there some place?

Is there some?